Weather

On Christmas Day we went to the sea…

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We could cover the windows with snow spray.
If we do that, we don’t have to look at the horrible weather.
We were seated at a wonderful Christmas table though the view towards the sea was blurred.
The rocky coastline faded away in a rough sea and heavy rain.
However, we quickly forgot the weather in the cheerful company with anecdotes, singing and delicious food.
On Christmas Day the weather was excellent, the rain had stopped 🙂

To our dear hosts:
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

The Light Changes Everything

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Saturday morning the fog wraps itself around everything .
The light changes rapidly,
The contours of people and landscape change.
A dreamlike landscape shrouded in mist and fragments of blue sky.
The Light Changes Everything.

After The Storm

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The weather after a storm is often very tempting.
I had a very nice walk around Lyngby Soe though the wind was still strong.
At a point the path was flooded and I had to choose another way out of the bog.

Quiet before the storm

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Tonight a storm will hit Denmark. The water level is expected to reach new heights.
Many homes are threatened by flood waters.
The Viking Ship Museum in Roskilde ensures the museum towards the sea while the waves are already licking up the walls.

Some days ago I was lucky enough to walk in this wonderful bog on a day full of sunshine.

Weather Forecasting

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But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.
Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

My Neighbourhood in Autumn Colours

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I had a quick walk in my neighbourhood today.
The delicate smell of weathered leaves are intoxicating.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
George Eliot

Silence between Maria and Lee

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Silence between the remains of the two tropical hurricanes, Maria and Lee.

Like Children…

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How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
By Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

Visit Sweden

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The best things in life aren’t things.
Art Buchwald

Autumn Is Here

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We walk past the clay pit turned into an azure lake.
Before there were excavators, now fish are swimming.
We walk past the weir and the yellow owl house.
The owl house because the owl chose the chimney as a lookout point.
Looking for the bird, knowing that it found a nice box without smoke.
Wandering along lakes with shoes disappearing in leaves.
It is October, Autumn is here.

 

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